It had been nearly three weeks since any of the Church hunters had arrived to be simply killed by Eric. The last set of them he left on display, as a warning to the church to back off... Though leaving them in crude sexual positions helped that one too. A smile formed on his face as he pulled his hood down and made his way down to the waters edge, kneeling down to get a handful of water.
The cloak he wore hid his armor and face pretty well. His blades covered as well, though he knew they still hungered for the blood of his foes. Standing slowly, he popped his neck, reaching up to adjust his eye patch, not that he needed that anyways.
He smiles a bit to himself and turns away from the water, his cloak being caught in the wind for a moment and then flowing back down. His hood came down, that stark white hair being exposed to the afternoon sunlight, his eye falling to the road before as he drew in a slow breath.
"Alright... Lets get moving. I have things to do." He says to himself, pulling his hood back up and once more hiding his face from the world. No need to get anyone's eyes upon him when he could avoid it.
